Hangman

You draw cartoons
Maybe you don’t like me or maybe you do
Well I can’t
I can’t even tell
These pluses could be positives
or they could be tombstone crosses
You maybe saying I’m great or I’m better off dead

I don’t know what it means
the cloud above my head has got me beat

I’m a stick figure
I’m a couple of lines
Just a few more and I’m
on the hangman’s line

You draw cartoons
Accidents and attacks are nothing new
How sad
There’s nothing we can do
These scrapbook scribbles are maps
to the end that parades in lines and contrast
I’d like to believe its all fine as nothings been said

I don’t know how you feel
my eyelids are heavy
I sleep behind the wheel